ADRIAN:

    "You know, Adrian," Ben said, "how do you feel about your father being the first one to fuck you?"

    I lay on the bed, my legs up in the air, and I felt my arse lips opening like a double door. My dad drove his fingers even further inside me, all while maintaining intense eye contact with me. I'd stuck a finger or two up my arse before but it felt completely different having someone else do it – my own father of all people! He went deeper than I ever did. I'd cleaned my arse thoroughly before leaving Mum's this morning (I'd actually watched a tutorial on how to do it) and I tried to relax as much as possible while my dad's digits poked at my insides.

    He and I continued to stare at each other, both visibly pondering Ben's suggestion. Dad didn't pull away and he didn't say no. Did that mean he was actually willing to fuck me? He's already fucked my mouth once before, but that was different. Doing it up the arse felt so much more… personal, especially considering it was my very first time.

    "You want it?" Dad suddenly said, speaking so quietly that I could barely hear him over the squelching sound of his fingers digging inside my lubed-up hole. 

    A part of me wanted to scream out "YES!!!!!!" But another part of me held back. I knew this would change things between my father and me forever. As freaky as it was to fuck Dad's boyfriend, Ben was still an outsider to the family. Dad and I… we were forever. Regardless of whether we did it or not, we'd have to live with the consequences for good. But here I was, getting my arse fucked by three of his fingers. Would it really be that different if he used his cock instead?"

    "Yes. Go for it," I succumbed to my desire. I wanted my dad's babymaker inside of me. I wanted him to be my first time. 

    "Fuck," he moaned, grabbing hold of his hard prick with his free hand. I craned my neck so I could see as much as possible; when he saw me struggling, Ben came up and put another pillow under my head. I watched as my father drove his dick as close to my arse as possible. I assumed he wanted to make the transition from fingers to cock as smooth as possible. There was already plenty of lube down there, so I was all set. I knew a lot of guys took poppers to make it easier to bottom, but I didn't want any – I wanted to be completely sober for this experience, and since I'd never taken them before I wasn't sure of the effect they might have on me.

    "You ready?" Dad asked, looking at me and then down at his cock. I nodded, and then I lay back and closed my eyes, preparing myself for impact. "Here we go."

    With that, my father pulled his fingers out of my hole, and quickly replaced them with his throbbing dad-dick. 

    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned. I'd thought I'd been ready for this; I'd thought I knew what it felt like – but this was NOTHING like what I imagined. IT WAS SO MUCH BETTER!!!

    "Yeah, feels good, don't it?" Ben said, still standing close to my head. Even with my eyes closed, I could still sense him wanking his hard cock next to me.

    "Fucking hell! So gooood," I admitted. I felt my hole tense up for a moment, but I exhaled deeply in an effort to get my whole body to relax. I felt a tingle go down my spine and into my arse, getting it to open up wider and welcome Dad's cock. My hole loosened and my father pushed further inside of it. Inch by inch, I could feel him going deeper. It was similar to when his fingers were penetrating me, but this was so much nicer!!! It's not just that it felt better physically; it also felt better emotionally, knowing his COCK was inside of me – the cock that had made me – deriving pleasure from being inside my tight, virgin hole. 

    "There you go, mate. Open up," my father encouraged me, mentoring me through this just like he did when he was teaching me to play football or ride a bike. The presence of his boyfriend also turned me on even more. I flinched when I felt a hand resting on my chest, pushing down and combing through the hair that was on there. It was Ben's hand, soothing me and stimulating me to open up.

    "Fuck, Daddy…" I moaned in pleasure, parting both sets of lips. My father drove his dick even further inside of me until I felt his balls smacking against my arse. He was all the way in me! Back and forth, he kept picking up speed as he fucked me now! "Ahhhhhh," I continued to groan, my mouth wide open, saliva running down my cheek. That's when I realised… it wasn't just saliva running down my face – it was precum! I opened my eyes and saw Ben's lengthy dick looming over me, getting closer and closer to my lips…

 

BEN:

    The decision to allow Peter to deflower his son was a no-brainer. I knew the father and son both wanted it; they just needed a little nudge. Like a good boyfriend, it was my duty to make both Peter and his son as happy as possible, and I would never deprive them of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

    So I was happy to be their third wheel and stand to the side and watch as Britain's football hero drove his daddy dick inside his teenage son. Adrian moaned and begged for more, turning me on and making me hornier than I would be if I were fucking him myself.

    "Fuck, Daddy…" the boy said as the final inch of his father's penis made its way inside of him. Adrian looked fucking adorable in that moment! With his eyes shut and his mouth wide open, I could feel his pleasure. I stepped closer and looked down at my throbbing boner, hanging right over the teen's face, dripping precum down his cheeks. When he realized I was dribbling all over him, Adrian opened his eyes and I smiled at him, to which he reacted by opening his mouth even wider and inviting me in.

    "Looks like your first fuck is about to turn into a spit-roast," I teased the boy as I climbed onto the bed, kneeling right next to him and leaning down so I could get my cock down his throat. At first I tried doing it from the side, but I could barely get half of my prick inside the horny teen's mouth. So instead, I straddled him, sitting onto his chest with my back turned toward his father. 

    "Yeah, mate!" Peter barked at me, giving me his blessing to fuck his boy's throat.

    With his head propped on two large pillows, Adrian was able to take all my cock. My nuts were hitting against his chin as I began thrusting, hitting the back of his cocksucking throat with the tip of my dick. Behind me, Peter Davies got a view of my muscular back and my glutes – a sight that I knew turned him on. Even without turning to look at him, I knew that he was thrusting faster and faster now, fucking his boy's hole mercilessly now that Adrian was more loose and opened up as well. 

    If he had any complaints, the teen boy couldn't verbalize them with a mouthful of my cock. Besides, he didn't look like he was about to complain; just the opposite. He was in perv heaven, taking his dad's dick and getting to blow me at the same time. I knew that I could get my turn with Adrian's ass and I was happy to wait. An opportunity arose sooner than I expected.

    "Wanna switch, mate?" Peter asked me after a while, patting my shoulder with his hand. I could feel a bit of lube stick to my bare shoulder as Peter touched me. 

    "You want me to fuck his ass? You want that, boy?" I looked down at Adrian, who nodded vehemently. 

    Slowly, I scooted backward and pulled my cock out of his mouth at the same time I heard Pete's dick plopping out of the boy's asshole. My famous boyfriend and I passed each other as we walked in opposite directions, stopping to give each other a kiss and a few tugs of one another's cocks. Peter's prick was harder than I'd EVER felt it. It was good to see that the slutty cumdump also had a more dominant, top side to him.

    This wasn't about me and Peter playing with each other, though. Today was all about Adrian, and the belated birthday present he was receiving from us. After walking around the bed, I looked down at the boy's freshly fucked asshole and I was shocked to see it was still gaped open. I expected to see something like that from his father's hole, after getting fucked by a dozen guys like he usually did, but not young Adrian. Granted Adrian's gape was MUCH more modest than his father's, but he had plenty of time to catch up to him, and I had no doubt that he would. 

    Stepping forward, I inserted my hard cock into the boy's hole with very little resistance. On top of the bed, Peter got in the same exact position I was in earlier, straddling his son and kneeling over his chest, driving his cock down the boy's throat. As I fucked my boyfriend's son, all three of us grunted and moaned; the two of us that had our mouths free also kept cussing and repeating how amazing this felt.

    After a while, I leaned forward and placed my hands on Peter's shoulders as I started to fuck his son rougher than ever! I wanted this to go on all night but I was too fucking horny. I needed to blow a load. The night before, I'd asked Peter if he wanted to fuck and he did something he'd never done before: he turned me down. Now I realized that was his way of making sure I saved as much sperm as possible for his son. His son, who was about to receive all of it!

    "AHHHHH, FUUUUCK!!!" I shouted as I finally emptied my nuts inside the teen's no-longer-virgin ass. It was a huge wad, shooting right up Adrian's hole and landing deep inside his guts.

    "Are you breeding him? Fuck!" Peter said, and he jumped off his boy and off the bed. While still cumming, I realized Peter was about to blow as well, and he didn't want to do it down his son's throat. He wanted to do it inside his ass, instead.

    "Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah," I said as I held onto Adrian's ankles and finished shooting inside his hole. It took me over a minute to get over my climax, and I could sense Peter's anticipation as he stood next to me, awaiting his turn. "There you go," I finally said, pulling out and allowing him access to his boy's bred asshole.

    "Fuck!" Peter swore as he looked at my cum dripping out of his son's ass. Acting quickly, he shoved his dick inside and began to thrust. Merely two of three thrusts later, he was already shooting his load, breeding his boy and cumming inside of him.

    "Fuck, Dad! Right there!!" Adrian shouted as his dad went deeper than ever. He must've touched his son's prostate because in that exact moment, Adrian's cock erupted and began shooting teen jizz all over. Seeing this made Peter fuck even harder! The father and son experienced the most intense orgasms in their lives, at the same time, with each other's help. An unforgettable experience!

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    Peter and I stayed together for a few months after that. We fucked each other, and we fucked Adrian. The public continued to go gaga over us, but things weren't all perfect. It was clear to us that what we had wasn't sustainable; we weren't about to get married just for the sake of publicity – no matter how hot the sex was! 

    When I got an offer to go work in Paris for a few months, we knew it was time to call it quits. I remained in touch with both Peter Davies and his son. Peter preferred to remain a slut, and I was impressed by his ability to get fucked by hundreds of men without any of it ever leaking to the press. He had a few "boyfriends" that the tabloids wrote about, but I could tell all those relationships were PR stunts. He retired from football the following year, partly because he was too old, but partly because there was a lot of behind-the-scenes work to push him out of the league. He became a gay rights advocate and he actually did a decent job at it; although it was funny to see him focus on themes that straight society could digest more easily, like marriage and raising kids, all the while in his private life he continued to be a cumdump all over London.

    Peter's son ended up going to college in America, where he got a boyfriend and eventually got married. As far as I knew, he and his father still had fun and fucked when they got together, although I'm not sure how often that happened. Just recently, Adrian and his husband had a son. After getting to fuck Peter, and then Adrian, I wondered if one day, when the boy was old enough, I might get a chance to fuck a third generation of the Davies men.

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